Everybody's talking   Nobody's listening   Everybody's sweating   Nobody's glistening      Nobody knows what he's thinking   Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking   Seems kind of creepy seems like the kind that stalks   Nobody knows when he's sinking   Always looks pensive whether or not he's thinking   To him it seems to him it screams   Everyone's just waiting to talk      Everyone's waiting to talk, Lord   It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls   In the bus station's bathroom stalls   Yes it seems everyone's just waiting to talk      What must he be thinking?   Can we even guess?   He's not really linking   Himself with the rest   Does he know our big secret?   Has one of us confessed?   'Bout the wires circuits and motors   Buried in our chest      It's all just a pointless equation   This parabolic conversation   Like two distinct lines   Never the twain shall meet   Never? No never      Nobody knows what he's thinking   Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking   To him it seems to certain extremes   That everyone's waiting to talk